2nd grade

I want to warn you that I fully intend to show pictures of Elisabeth as a much smaller Elisabeth every time she starts a new grade. I find it makes me sad and that's what I want to be--sad.

I mean, she's in 2nd grade now, for goodness' sakes! Plus, I'm her mother and this is my blog. I get to do whatever the stink I want!

I'm defensive, I know. I apologize. I don't mean to take it out on you. But, she's going to be 8 this year. It's all slipping through my fingers faster than I'd like.

This is Elisabeth at 20 months old. She was very into stickers. And talking. Good lord, that child could talk. Sometimes, I would tell her that she needed to practice whispering just to give my brain a break. It never worked. I took a lot of headache medicine. But, her curls? Oh, her curls. And those eyes. I love her eyes.

When she was 4, I had never met a child who asked "Why?" so much. I kid you not. Ask anyone who was around her, I don't think they've talked to a child who can top her.
One thing that hasn't changed about Elisabeth is....well, she's still so Elisabeth.
Even if she is this big now. Even if she picks her own outfits out and wakes up with an alarm and can walk home from school solo.
She's still inquisitive and fun. She's still odd and zany. She's still our Ebeth.
And don't worry, because next year, Julia starts preschool. I'll have two sets of sad "When were they ever this small? sob.sob.sob." pictures for you to look at. Are you so excited?